Little Miss Magic — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)

By: jimmy buffett

1980

For "the noop"

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling

The clever little glances she gives me cant help but be appealing

She loves to ride into town with the top down

Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin

She is my next of kin



Chorus:

I see a little more of me everyday

I catch a little more moustache turning gray

Your mother is the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?



Sometimes I catch her dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders

Is she strollin along the shore or cruisin oer the broad savannah

I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes

Someday shes gonna learn how to fly

Oh that I wont deny



Chorus:

I catch a little more dialogue comin my way

I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin astray

Your mothers still the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?



Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down

Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin

She is my next of kin



Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling

Those clever little looks she gives just cant help but be appealing

I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes

One day shes gonna learn how to fly

That I wont deny



Chorus:

I see a little more of me everyday

I feel a little more moustache turning gray

Your mothers still the only other woman for me

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Little miss magic, what you gonna be?

Little miss magic, just cant wait to see



Its raining, its pouring

Your old man is snoring